My Experience In Providence Hospital: Personal Statement

My life started in the Congo, and throughout it my family and I have aspired to pursue higher education. My father passed away when I was twelve years old, and my mother struggled to pay for our schooling amidst a country in war. As a child, I watched my mother who was a midwife; provide indigent care by helping women deliver their babies in homes with compassion. Her dedication and commitment inspired me to go into health care where I can help although it left me with a lot of unanswered questions. My experiences stirred my compassionate heart at eight years old, and I asked my mother, “How can I make a difference in someone’s life?”

    Ever since my childhood, I have always found medicine to be intriguing. My interest first sparked when I learned about my cousin’s, Austin, illness. Austin was born nearly four months early and was diagnosed with an underdeveloped trachea and COPD. Within Austin’s first moments of life, doctors had to perform a tracheotomy. As I observed my cousin’s suffering over the years, my desire to help others was ignited. Since then, my will to help people has only grown immensely. From playing doctor to caring for my family when they are sick, my caring nature and love to help people has always been evident. All I want is the ability to help others and to make a difference. Now, my cousin has miraculously lived

This office represents Teamsters Local 251. I have your letter of March 15, 2016, regarding Edmund C. Carreiro and his bill for services rendered by Rhode Island Hospital. We understand that this matter was not a workers’ compensation claim but Mr. Carreiro has health insurance and the matter should be processed under his medical coverage.

I see myself practicing medicine in an area with underserved populations, due to my experiences working with these groups at AIMMC and Friedman Place. Also, each specialty I observed during my shadowing internship further ignited my passion for medicine, and I see myself learning and growing in my chosen specialty. Lastly, traveling with my parents to Russia to adopt my sister showed me the health disparities around the world; therefore, I hope to be improving global health as a Geffen

As I began my medical education, I learned that the pain and suffering I knew intimately in my homeland existed elsewhere. Elsewhere that also had scarce medical care. I experienced the need in Egypt where I attended

My interest towards family medicine began during my early childhood years. I grew up in a small and developing city called Salalah, Oman where health care resources were sparse. Back in 1990’s, immigrants from low income and middle class families could not afford health care. My mother, a nurse, and her friend, a primary care physician, were considered the healers of our neighborhood. Families and neighbors, who were sick, wounded, or in need of medical advice, came to them for help. I grew up watching them become the de facto health care resources of our neighborhood. This inspired me to venture into the field of medicine.

My goal of becoming a doctor was reinforced when I received shocking news that my grandfather has passed away from a heart failure. The feelings of emptiness consumed my inner being upon hearing the sad news. As a twelve year old immigrant, bilingual of Vietnamese American, I fully experienced the sadness and hardship caring for an old age family member that now has passed away. He was my beloved grandparent and was always there to raise me. I felt completely helpless and powerless, unable to prevent my grandfather from passing away. I became frustrated and started to ponder if the turn of events would have been any different if I had better insight to what medical care had to offer. I would have been able to advise my grandfather about his condition and perhaps his problem may have been preventable. I vowed to become a competent doctor to better understand my grandfather 's death, and to make a real impact on preventing others’ loved ones from passing away due to my lack of medical knowledge.

About seven years ago, my family had to rush my grandpa multiple times to the hospital since his liver cancer kept acting up. Almost every time he had to wait outside of the hallway since the hospital was totally out of room. Even more ironic, we had to pay extra fees for his room to wait for the doctor's check up. While I was waiting with my dad in the hallway, I complained about how unfair it was for grandpa. With a stressful sigh, dad rubbed my head and told me that how life is in the third world country. This was a tough reality to accept. After my grandpa's death, the drama did not stop there for my family. My 40-year-old uncle also passed away leaving his wife and 2 children due to liver cancer. The gloominess was dragging over the whole family for years. It was obvious that my grandpa and uncle's situations were just ones of many cases that needed professional medical assistance. Those two events have sparked in me a need to take part in changing this sad reality in the current world, specifically in the medical

Being the daughter of Haitian immigrants has influenced my desire to advance healthcare in developing countries. Haiti is the poorest country in the Americas, resulting in restricted and inadequate social services, such as quality health care. I have witnessed how the poor healthcare system has failed my grandmother, who was diabetic for most of her adult life. She passed away in 2003, as double amputee and enable to speak due to a stroke. The lack of care that she received in Haiti caused her to lose her legs. Seeing this strengthened my desire to be an aiding force in the healthcare field.

However, I know that I can assist other families regain their health. Even though I didn’t ask for anything in return, sciences and medicine had given me the satisfaction of seeing people alive and healthy. For this reason, I desire to educate myself in medicine because I want to prepare myself, thus I can be able to succor all those people who shared their stories, experiences, advices and in general, their life with me during high school and college. I intend to study medicine because I want to be able to improve the quality of people’s lives. My thirst of knowledge for sciences and medicine, the fervor to serve others and the impact of the doctors that helped my family had been the nutrients that help my seed for Medicine to keep growing and drive commitment to follow my vocation in medicine. Genuinely, I consider that deciding to study medicine is to choose a way of life, a way of being someone, not a way to do

Growing up in a small town named Bethel, which was close to the city of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia; I developed the passion to help others. I was not exposed to the city like most of my friends so I spent my free time at home assisting my family with household chores like washing dishes, doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning. The everyday service that I provided for my family helped me experience the gratification that comes from serving people. The times I spent assisting my grandmother sparked my interest in the field of medicine. When my grandmother was diagnosed with diabetes, we were in need of care taker. Since we couldn’t afford to hire a professional care taker, my older sister and I were given the responsibility to look after her. However,

It was when my mother was rush to emergency room due to a chest pain that started my interest in wanting to help people live a healthier future. I remember my mother’s frustration because she could barely speak English a0nd was unable to communicate to the nurse. As a bilingual child, I would help translated the level of pain, comfort, and her concerns to the nurse. While I accompanied her in the hospital, I valued the amount of strenuous work and responsibilities that nurses have to uphold. Knowing that there was a language barrier, I admired how the nurses never showed any signs of frustration, but remained calm and collective. Being by my mother’s side, demonstrated how I myself could make a positive impact in someone’s life one day. The

During this exercise, I witnessed the deleterious effects of having limited access to medical care. Many of the patients we saw suffered from chronic hypertension, diabetes, congestive heart failure and severe dental problems. I worked with doctors, nurses and dentists to provide the best care possible. I learned how to identify different heart rhythms by auscultation and even performed minor surgeries under the supervision of a doctor. I listened to patients’ stories and gave them advice about their conditions. This experience assured me that I was headed in the right direction. Medicine's ability to improve the lives of those in the greatest need is unmatched. The humanitarian mission of medicine is my passion – serving the poor and the sick requires a commitment to selfless service without the expectation of fame. I believe that this is the service that I have been called to

I intend to use my Masters in Health Administration as background and catapult to facilitate the development and expansion of programs involving preventative medicine, and community health and welfare. I truly believe everyone should be entitled to healthcare and I look forward to working in an environment that fosters creative solutions to problems afflicting our dynamic health industry. As a future healthcare administrator, I am committed to improving efficiency and quality of care provided in health organizations

My first clinical day took place on September 16th, 2015 at Saint Barnabas Hospital in Livingston, New Jersey. My preceptor Maria Brilhante, MSN, RN, is the manager of three units. The units that she manages are medical- surgical, bariatric, and stroke. The day began with me observing what goes on the unit during shift- to- shift handoff communication. I was introduced to the staff of all three units. On this day the unit was going through their last day of renovation. Maria had to wear a hat of an interior designer for one of her unit where here main office is located. We laughed and joked about it. Other mangers and physicians commended her on being able to still effectively managing her unit through all the chaos. The reality of it was that the unit needed to be altered to meet patient centered care and also equipment had to be positioned a certain way along with the nurses’ station being relocated so that nurses will be able to access them better. Before this day, I had not realized how important these little thing were in good patient outcome.